Something’s Coming
Could be!
Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballing down through the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
....
Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!
....
It only takes a spark
here comes the torch
For someone who loves sports and the great outdoors, I must admit I haven't been all that enthusiastic about the YOG.
A few weeks ago, I read an article about how most Singaporeans were not in the least bit interested in the YOG. This saddened me somewhat. I wasn't thinking about how the government was spending hundreds of millions on hosting a global event, but of the young athletes who were probably working really hard towards realizing a dream that no one cared about.
So when I was on my way home yesterday and saw the patrol cars lining the streets for the passing of the YOG torch, I decided to camp out a little on the pavement and wait for it to go by.
And you know what?
I felt some pride in me when this enthusiastic guy ran past me with the flame. I felt like I'd witnessed a historical moment and even with my very impractical work clothes and shoes, I ran alongside him for a bit to try and catch a little bit more of the action.
all the way!
Here's wishing all athletes, officials and volunteers a successful event ahead.
You ARE making history & I salute you.
Stand there…. Stand up
facing an issue from both ends
This music video blew my mind last night.
I hadn't noticed that Megan Fox was in it. Or the Hobbit from Lost. I'd heard it a couple of times in the gym, and just thought the tune was alright.
But then I sat down and watched it - Unlike many, I'm fortunate not to have ever had to deal with domestic violence. But it is something that I know is very, very real. How does she feel? How does he think? How does domestic violence perpetuate itself? Hearing the words of the abused coming from Rihanna with her history is just haunting. Meanwhile, Eminem comes from the other side. Wasn't he accused of domestic violence?
The result? An explosive, thought provoking depiction of violence, emotional and physical aggravation, hurt and pain between two people.
You can't help but get drawn into it.
Kudos to both Foxy and Hobbit for the fine acting. I think it's the best piece of acting from her yet, her blockbusters notwithstanding.
And big-up to her especially for donating all of her entire paycheck for this appearance to Sojourn, a centre for battered women and their children in Santa Monica, California.
You have a new fan in me.
The Year of the Ex
I've never been one to hold on to the past, at least not with contempt.
It's always been in my nature to let things go - To some, this has sometimes been viewed as an extreme weakness. Maybe to them, it seems that I'm not standing my ground enough. But to me, well, I just feel that Life is just too much work anyway without having to bear grudges and avoid people.
So with that thought in mind, I've always made the effort to let go of past grievances and stay friends with exes.
And I'm kind of glad I did 'coz this year there have just been so many run-ins that if I wasn't on friendly terms with all of them, things would be quite traumatic?!?!?!
Already this year, I've had a heart to heart with an ex, run into one at a good friend's wedding with his fiance, chatted with one on instant messenger, had one add me on Twitter and ran into one at the gym. Gosh, this makes me sound like I have dated a lot but in truth, I haven't. I'm deliberately being vague so that sounds like more people than it really is!
I must say though, I am really happy to be in touch with them all. Seeing all of them happy and getting along in life on Facebook makes me feel good. Good that life has been good to us , that life worked out well for all parties involved, and I guess it renews my faith in the fact that God really does have a plan for each and every one of us. You just gotta have faith.
And if you're out there thinking that he's forgotten you. He's not. You just can't see this yet.
And I truly believe that you will :)
Shoot the moon
Today I was told that I "look like someone who eats rolled oats for breakfast or grit". This amused me greatly.
I have never been known as a person who ate healthily, and whilst I'm not proud of this, I can't say I'm ashamed of it either. I love my food and perhaps sometimes I love it a little too much.
Here are some facts about my eating habits....
- I will keep picking at food if it is left on the table in front of me, even if I've had enough
- If there's chilli padi nearby, I will find anything on the table I can eat it with, and I will not stop till all the chilli is gone
- I eat the same amounts as my husband, which is sometimes disturbing
- I have a penchant for olives - anytime, anywhere, anyday
- I have a very weak spot for candy, especially sour candy. I also eat sticks of fruit gums whole, like my Mum
- Candy Empire is one of my favourite stores
- I will always order a cheese platter over ice-cream or sweet desserts after dinner
- I do love cake though. And not fancy cake, just cheap neighbourhood butter cream cake makes me very, very happy. Andrew sometimes buys some home out of the blue to surprise me.
- I have a tendency to overeat and then say "I feel sick". Hubba tsks at me when this happens. As such, I mostly try not to overeat.
Silly facts aside, I'm not naturally little - Short, yes. But I have never been skinny or slight. Okay so I might not be a big girl but I spent a lot of my former years struggling with my waistline (read: faceline). I had the most unhealthy diet in the world, I drank too much and I just felt like the ugly Chinese girl amidst a bunch of blonde bombshells most of the time. During the school days when everybody started 'liking' everybody else, I often watched from the sidelines, fancying myself a misfit of sorts and playing pool with older fogies to pass the time.
My face was as round as the moon and my housemates could tell whenever I'd had a big meal from how inflated it looked.
One summer when I came back to Singapore, my sweet mother actually presented me with a box of The Cambridge Diet, pleading with me to do something about my weight. I was belligerent about the whole thing, but finally conceded to giving it a go. Thanks to her, I managed to reduce my very unnatural booze-bottom by about 7 kilograms.
That's when I met Hubba.
At one of my first few bike races as a spectator in 2002
He always used to tell me how pretty I was. It didn't matter to him that I wasn't at my best - Or maybe we both didn't know what my best was.When he presented me with my first mountain bike, I don't think he ever meant for me to get as into the sport as I eventually did. He just knew from my tales of my childhood that I had loved cycling, and that I hadn't owned a bike since I was 12, so he wanted me to have one.
Slowly, I got sucked into the world of activity. And you know what, I really love it. I love loving every moment of doing something I love. The adrenalin takes me to a different place altogether and I always feel so very free.
And of course the best part after a workout is the eating and enjoying every bit of it coz you know you did some work too.
But here's the kicker.
I am so afraid that one day I'm going to be inactive again.
Who knows why this may be, there are just so many reasons why this may happen. It's so easy to get lazy and not have enough time - we've all been there, no?
Nevertheless, until the full moon comes back, I'm just gonna have my laksas and mee siams and economy bee hoon with one piece of fish cake and one piece of luncheon meat with sambal belachan for my breakfasts everyday.
I'll be having none of that 'rolled oats' and 'grit', thanks!
Remembered
Mummy emailed this picture to Uncle Chris' family this morning.....
I'll never forget you.
Happy Trails
Nothing makes me happier than being outside, taking in the fresh air, enjoying the sun with people I love..... [Read more]
Reminiscing…
Attending two very touching weddings this weekend made me really, really happy for my friends. It's not everyday you walk down the aisle with your best friend and promise to spend your lives together.
Funnily enough, it also made me think back to our own wedding - It really was a special day. It also made us think about renewing our vows sometime down the road.... But we're far from that. Gotta be patient and wait another ten years or something.
More on the touching ceremonies later!
Sunny Sproglets
Wei & Sophie
Sometimes I wonder what sort of Mother I will be if and when I ever became one.
I'd like to think I'd be chilled out and just the way I am now, except with a little part of me running around. But what do I know right? Everyone says your life changes and you can never prepare for what will happen or how it will change. So best to just let life just take you there and see what happens.
A friend said that she thought I'd be a major fusspot, seeing how I already fuss over my dogs. Scarily, she might be right. Hubba is the chilled out one, always trusting that Rosco will come back and keep himself out of trouble whenever he's allowed to roam. I, on the other hand, am always anxious about where he's going and whether he's going to get kidnapped whilst he's at it. I can't help it! He's so precious to me. So is Sally, but like the girl that she is, she always stays close without me needing to say so.
A couple of weeks ago, we spent the day at the beach with the "kids". Having not been in town a lot, I just really wanted to spend some quality time with the pups and take them out to play in the sun. Rosco and Sally seem to love the beach the most, just because they both get to do things that they both love doing. Rosco swims like an otter and runs around crazy, while Sally snuggles in the soft sand and gets a tan. She seems to like the sun as much as I do.
We were joined by steads pals, Chetz, Chris, Ran, Mel and the Tans - with pooches Lola and Toro - as well as my ol' Malvernite form room mate, Wei, and her lovely family Steve and little Sophie. It was a really lovely afternoon of building sandcastles, playing frisbee and frosted beers, and everyone (including the pooches) was pooped by the end of the day. It felt like a mini holiday. Why don't we do this more often? I thought.
Well, I guess if we did, it wouldn't feel much like a holiday :)
More pictures after the jump.
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